Zombie Domination-Chapter 386- Beatrix II [18+]

Julian’s hips stilled for a fraction of a second as a familiar translucent panel shimmered into existence at the edge of his vision—blue text glowing softly against the dim light of Beatrix’s quarters.

[Domination Quest Progress]

Objective: Beatrix Quinn

Slap her ass: 0/12

Creampie: 0/5

Make her climax with fingers: 0/1

The notification hovered silently, patient and predatory. Julian’s eyes flicked to it once—acknowledging—then back to Beatrix beneath him. Her pitch-black eyes were wide, breathing shallow and rapid, short dark-blue hair already mussed against the pillow. She looked up at him with a mix of trust, nervousness, and unmistakable want. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He leaned down, kissing her softly—reassuring—before positioning himself again. The head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance, parting her folds gently. Beatrix tensed instinctively, fingers clutching the sheets.

"Relax," Julian murmured against her lips. "I’ll go slow."

He pushed forward—very slowly—easing just the tip inside.

Beatrix gasped sharply, a small whimper escaping her. Pain flickered across her face; her walls were impossibly tight, untouched, resisting the intrusion even as her body tried to welcome him. Julian felt it immediately—the thin barrier of her virginity stretching, then holding firm.

He paused, not forcing deeper yet. Instead, he lowered his head, trailing slow, wet kisses down her throat, across her collarbone, then lower to her breasts. His tongue circled one pale nipple—teasing, then sucking gently—while his hand cupped the other, thumb rolling the hardened peak in slow circles.

Beatrix arched slightly, a shaky moan spilling from her lips. "Annh... Julian... that feels... better... hnnh..."

The distraction worked. Her body softened beneath him—tension easing as pleasure began to override the discomfort. Julian switched to the other breast, sucking harder now, tongue flicking rapidly while his free hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in gentle, soothing circles.

Beatrix’s hips twitched upward—seeking more—her walls fluttering around the shallow intrusion. "Ahh... yes... there... Julian... please..."

Julian felt the moment shift—her slickness increasing, the tight ring of muscle relaxing just enough. He pressed forward again—slow, steady—until he felt the resistance give way.

A soft, pained cry escaped Beatrix as he breached her virginity fully. A thin trickle of blood welled up—warm and red—sliding down her inner thigh and staining the sheets beneath her.

Beatrix’s fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting skin. Tears pricked the corners of her pitch-black eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, holding him there.

"It... hurts..." she whispered, voice trembling. "But... don’t stop... I want this... with you..."

Julian stayed buried deep—completely still—giving her time to adjust. He kissed away the tear that escaped, then captured her mouth in a slow, tender kiss—tongue sliding against hers in gentle reassurance.

"You’re doing so well," he murmured against her lips. "Just breathe. I’ve got you."

His hand never left her clit—rubbing slow, comforting circles—while his mouth returned to her breasts, sucking and licking until her whimpers slowly turned back into soft moans.

Beatrix’s hips shifted experimentally—tiny rocks at first—testing the stretch, the fullness. Pain lingered, but pleasure was growing stronger, blooming in waves with every careful movement.

"Julian... move... please... slowly..." she breathed.

He did—pulling out just an inch, then sliding back in with the same gentle pace. Each shallow thrust drew a new sound from her—pain fading, replaced by breathy gasps of building ecstasy.

"Ahh... yes... like that... hnnh... deeper now... annh..."

Julian increased the depth gradually—still careful—watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But Beatrix only clung tighter, hips starting to meet his in small, needy rolls.

The blood had slowed to a faint smear—proof of her surrender—now mixed with her growing wetness as her body finally accepted him completely.

Julian kissed her again—deeper this time—while his hips found a slow, loving rhythm. One hand stayed between them, fingers working her clit in time with his thrusts.

Beatrix’s moans grew louder—less restrained—her pitch-black eyes locked on his, filled with trust and raw desire.

"Julian... I’m... starting to feel... so good... ahh... don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

Julian began to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along Beatrix’s newly-stretched walls with exquisite care. Each gentle thrust pushed him to the hilt, then withdrew almost completely before sliding back in, letting her feel every inch, every vein, every subtle pulse.

Beatrix’s pitch-black eyes fluttered half-closed, lips parting on a soft, trembling moan with every motion.

"Annh... Julian... ahh... it’s... so deep... hnnh...!"

The initial sting had faded completely now, replaced by blooming heat that spread from her core outward. Her thighs trembled around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him closer. Every time he bottomed out—pressing right against her cervix—her walls fluttered and clenched, drawing a low groan from Julian’s throat.

He kept the rhythm steady—loving, unhurried—watching her face the entire time. Beatrix’s short dark-blue hair clung to her damp forehead, cheeks flushed crimson, black eyes glassy with pleasure and trust.

"Julian... more... please... nhh... it feels... so good now... ahh...!"

He increased the pace just a fraction—still deep, still controlled—hips rolling in smooth, rhythmic circles that ground against her clit with every thrust. Beatrix’s moans grew louder, breathier—syncing perfectly with his movements as their bodies found the same cadence.

"Annh... yes... like that... Julian... hnnh... I’m... getting close... ahh...!"

Julian leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss—tongue sliding against hers in the same slow, sensual rhythm as his hips. Beatrix moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as the pleasure coiled tighter in her core.

She broke the kiss just long enough to gasp against his lips. "Julian... I’m... I’m gonna... ahh... I can’t hold it...!"

He thrust a little harder—still loving, still careful—hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over.

"Come for me," he murmured against her mouth. "Let go, Beatrix."

Her entire body tensed—back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around him like a vice. Her walls fluttered wildly, then clamped down hard in powerful, rhythmic spasms as her first real orgasm crashed through her.

"Julian... cumming...!! Aaaahhh...!!"

Beatrix cried out—voice breaking into a high, trembling moan—her pussy pulsing around his cock in sweet, fluttering waves. Her hips bucked up to meet him instinctively, chasing every last spark of pleasure.

The sudden, intense clench pushed Julian over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt—deep inside her womb—and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep into her, flooding her untouched depths for the very first time.

Beatrix’s eyes widened in shock and bliss as she felt it—the warm, pulsing rush filling her completely. Her walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop, every spurt. A fresh wave of ecstasy rolled through her—stronger than the first—her body convulsing in his arms.

"Ahh... Julian... inside... so hot... so full... hnnh... it’s... amazing... aaaahhh...!"

She trembled violently beneath him—legs shaking, fingers digging into his back—lost in the overwhelming sensation of being claimed so completely for the first time. Tears of pleasure pricked the corners of her black eyes as she clung to him, savoring the warmth spreading deep in her womb.

Julian held her through it—hips pressed flush, still buried deep—kissing her softly, swallowing her whimpers and moans until her body finally went limp beneath him.

Beatrix’s breathing came in shaky, contented pants. She nuzzled into his neck, voice barely a whisper.

"That... that was... my first time feeling... someone’s cum inside... Julian... it feels... so good... so warm... like I’m... yours..."

Julian pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her temple—hands stroking soothingly down her sides.

"You are," he murmured quietly. "All mine."

Beatrix smiled—small, shy, utterly sated—curling tighter against him as the afterglow settled over them both.

The Domination quest panel flickered once in the corner of his vision—Creampie: 1/5—but Julian ignored it for now.

Right now, it was just them—bodies tangled, hearts slowing together.

And Beatrix, still trembling faintly from the intensity of it all, whispered against his skin:

"Again... please... I want to feel it more..."

Julian accepted the challenge. He shifted his weight slightly, settling deeper between her thighs while keeping most of his body weight supported on his forearms so she wouldn’t feel crushed.

His hands moved first—sliding up her sides in slow, reverent strokes until his palms cupped the soft undersides of her breasts. Beatrix’s breath hitched immediately; her back arched just a fraction, offering herself more fully.

"Julian..." she whispered, voice already shaky.

He lowered his head, lips brushing the swell of one breast before closing around her nipple. He started gentle—tongue circling the hardened peak in lazy spirals—then sucked slowly, drawing the sensitive bud deeper into his mouth. Beatrix’s fingers flew to his hair, tangling tightly as a soft, needy moan spilled from her lips.

"Annh... Julian... that’s... hnnh... so sensitive..."

He hummed against her skin—the vibration traveling straight through her—then switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow, thorough attention. His tongue flicked rapidly over the nipple while his hand kneaded the first one—thumb and forefinger rolling and tugging gently, then pinching just enough to make her gasp.

Beatrix’s hips rolled upward instinctively—seeking friction against his lower abdomen. "Ahh... Julian... please... don’t tease... nhh... I need more..."

Julian released her nipple with a soft, wet pop, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the center of her sternum, over the soft plane of her stomach. His hands never stopped—continuing to play with her breasts, squeezing and massaging while his thumbs circled her nipples in slow, maddening patterns.

He kissed lower—tongue dipping into her navel, then tracing the faint line down to the sensitive skin just above her mound. Beatrix’s thighs trembled on either side of his head; she parted them wider without thinking, exposing herself completely.

Julian paused there—breath hot against her core—looking up to meet her pitch-black eyes. They were glassy, half-lidded, filled with raw need.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, voice low and rough.

Beatrix bit her lip, cheeks flaming. "Your mouth... Julian... please... lick me... ahh... I want to feel your tongue..."

He didn’t make her wait.

His tongue flicked out—slow, flat stroke along her outer folds—tasting her sweetness. Beatrix cried out softly, hips jerking upward. Julian’s hands slid under her thighs, lifting and spreading her wider so he could delve deeper.

He licked again—long, deliberate passes from entrance to clit—then circled the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue, flicking rapidly before sucking it gently between his lips.

"Annh...! Julian... there... hnnh... don’t stop... ahh... it’s too good...!"

Beatrix’s fingers tightened in his hair, hips rocking against his mouth in small, desperate circles. Julian hummed in approval—the vibration making her gasp louder—then thrust his tongue inside her, curling it to stroke that sensitive spot just inside while his thumb took over her clit, rubbing in firm, steady circles.

Beatrix’s moans turned into broken whimpers—body trembling, thighs quaking around his head.

"Julian... I’m... close... ahh... your tongue... your fingers... hnnh... I’m gonna...!"

He doubled the intensity—sucking harder on her clit, tongue thrusting deeper, thumb pressing firmer—until her entire body seized.

Beatrix came with a sharp, trembling cry—back bowing off the bed, walls fluttering wildly against his tongue as her release flooded his mouth.

"Julian... cumming... aaaahhh...!!"

He didn’t stop—lapping gently through her spasms, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back against the sheets, panting, body limp and glowing with aftershocks.

Julian kissed his way back up her body—slow, soothing—until he reached her lips again. Beatrix met him eagerly—tasting herself on his tongue—moaning softly into the kiss.

When they parted, she looked up at him—black eyes shining, voice hoarse.

"That was... incredible... but Julian... I want you inside me again... please... fill me more..."

Julian smiled faintly—small, dark, affectionate.

"As you wish."